I am ten pounds closer in my journey back to 130. I must say I have been doing excellent in eating well and exercising daily. Well, until yesterday. We finally got home from the hotel and it was FREEZING in the house! So we turned on some heat and decided to grab a bite to eat in town while it warmed up. There weren’t many choices when it came to choosing a place that wasn’t jam packed with early Valentiners, but we settled on Pizza Hut. We got the buffet, and that is always a mistake when trying to lose weight. I feel the need to at least get my money’s worth. I ended up eating three slices of pizza, a breadstick and a salad. Not too bad, but not exceptional either. But I figured, hey, I will add some extra time to my workout, no biggie. But then, I don’t know, I ended up binging on some of my fiance’s chips that night. And eating a donut. I felt terrible afterwards, both with shame and my tummy not being used to the excess junk in my system. I made a mental note of how awful it makes me feel to eat this way and vowed to get back on track today. Only, today we decided to go on our annual trip to Red Lobster. It’s our little treat each year around tax return time, and while at most restaurants I could be pretty good at sticking to a healthier version of something to eat, I just can’t at Red Lobster. It’s my favorite, from the Cheddar Bay Biscuits to the Red Wine Vinaigrette to the Rock Island Stuffed Tilapia and more Cheddar Bay Biscuits. It’s a dieter’s nightmare, but such, such heaven to my taste buds. So I ate what I wanted to. I didn’t make myself sick, but I didn’t go out of my way to make healthy choices either. I just finished up the leftovers for supper tonight. So that is done. And I am done with the bad food choices. I’ve had my fill, and I feel more confident about tomorrow’s menu.
Normally, when I am trying to lose weight, just one day of bad choices causes me to give up and go back to my old ways. I then end up gaining more weight than I lost because it’s like I am trying to make up for lost time, shoveling in all that greasy, sweet, salty goodness and washing it down with nonstop sodas for good measure. And it makes me really hate myself. That annoying saying “nothing tastes as good as healthy feels”, while true, just isn’t enough to keep me from binging on junk. And when I start binging I make it even worse by cutting out the exercise because, mainly, I feel so heavy and lethargic from the crap I’m putting into my body I can’t move. I know this cycle all too well, and I am saying enough is enough.
So, as fun as Red Lobster was today, I don’t want any more of it. Not until next year’s annual trip. And I know I can make my goal by my 35th birthday if I really stick to good eating and fitness habits. I’ve had my first setback this time around. I am wise enough to know it doesn’t have to be the end of the road, and it’s not going to be.